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Comparing yourself to others is a disservice to your soul. There will never be anyone like you. Embrace your own path and focus on your progress.
do you ever get so annoyed at everything that you start to get pissed off at even little things like a spoon clinking against a bowl or sounds of people talking
I think it’s called sensory overload. It’s really common in people with anxiety
it can also be a result of sleep deprivation, stress, or ever dehydration !!
thanks i thought i was just a bitch
“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
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But you
accused me
of being numb,
when all I did was
mastered hiding
every bit of pain
I felt inside.
Searching for Feelings // ma.c.a
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“There is a difference between someone telling they love you and them actually loving you”
— Milk and Honey, Rupi Kaur (via avouer)
“No, you’re not a bad person…and I’m not a bad person. We’re just people, and people sometimes do stupid things.”
— Francesca Zappia, Made You Up
“I want to know you whether you’re afraid of sharks or spiders death or love. I want to know if it’s grammatical errors that drive you crazy or the people correcting them, if you’re more comfortable shaking sand out of your hair or snow, if you prefer coffee or tea, bars or board game nights. I want to know which of your friends you’ve cried in front of, if you’ve ever laughed chocolate milk out of your nose, or kissed someone you didn’t love. I want to know you the you beneath the layer of small talk always kept shined and smudgeless I’m just hoping one day you’ll invite me in.”
— Kristen Costello